Oh man. Oh man. Oh man.
I was out for my morning training last week and blew my XXXXing left knee as I was coming down some steps. Not good. At all.
I’ve been to the Physio and a knee specialist and they confirmed it was a grade 2 tear of the MCL and that I will walk again. In meantime it was 2 or 3 days on crutches and this crazy ass metal brace – which I get to wear for a coulple weeks.
Nothing has ever hurt this much that i can remember.
My first thought when it happened was “Oh shit, what if I can’t go to Everest.” And trust me, when you hobble into a Doctor’s office on crutches an tell them you need to be fit to hike Everest in 8 weeks, they give you some funny looks.
The good news is after waiting 3 hours for a painkiller prescription, I finally got in to see a Dr. who could write me one. I had been waiting all morning for something I knew should only take 5 minutes – just go in, get the scrip and be done. Plus, I hadn’t eaten breakfast so I was cranky.
So, I get into the Dr.s office, and I’m pouting and hurting and as I grumpily hand him my X-rays I look up, and I swear, the whole wall above his desk was covered in pictures of Nepal and the Himalayas. I knew right then I was meant to go on this trek and that I was going to make it.
I ended up chatting with this guy – who wasn’t that fit looking BTW – for about 20 minutes about the trek and region. He’d been 3 times and was going back next year. The one thing he told me that stuck with me was this:
The people who usually get hurt trekking up there are the super healthy, fit people who rush up. All the slow moving fatties make it no problemo. See, you gotta take it slow and acclimatize for realz.
It’s that old Tortise and the Hare thing. Ok, gotta ice my hinge up now.
